a place i call home

i went to school here in saffron walden, spent a lot of time as a teenager milling & mooching around small antique & boutique shops. some streets are cobbled where old doorways stand, market days are always busy and you get the sense of a strong healthy community here.. this book however doesn't show this, oh no... there are already many books out there about this beautiful place, why bore or add yet another of the same category... my books shows you some of the things you may not see or notice...

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amanda jane richards

Step with care when leaping

For each step you take,

its another eye opened.

One fresh breath inhaled,

is like a brand new sunrise.

A soft kiss given with love,

is never forgotten.

The steps you take

build the life you make.

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tick tock

I wonder at times as here I sittime flies by I don't hear the tick.wind blows as leafs fly highthe old women tells the odd white lie.children playing in the streetshop doors open with a creek.a tear drops falls a smiles madea whole new day as another one fades.

yellow butter cups fall and faces showtomorrow's future will it flow.day dreams come then they passchasing rainbows in higher class.umbrellas up as rain drops fallsplashing puddles all too cool.to raise a head and smile out loudshare a moment & feel proud.take the time and you will seekunravel life's secret peek.